Super Fighting Tokyo.

Whoa…!

The second punch missed again.

Shiramu clenched his left fist in an instant, stomped his back foot on the concrete ground, and thrust his waist and abdomen forward, unleashing a Pankrasin-style heavy punch.

【Marisa's Roman Dagger】!

Clang!

The right fist slammed into Oliva’s face again, followed by a right fist pull back and another punch!

Bang--!!

With the second punch, Oliva was already lying backward, and blood spurted even more from his mouth and nose.

Bai Mucheng strode forward, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks, accompanied by a series of muffled thuds.

Bang bang bang bang!

—!?

Amidst the storm of punches and kicks, which rained down like raindrops, Oliva suddenly had a feeling.

Force... is useless?

The force he swung at Bai Mucheng seemed to be completely useless, as Bai Mucheng parried and blocked it one after another, and then launched a counterattack!

Could it be that my muscles—my strength—are inadequate?

"..."

Oliva thought about it, but something still felt off, as if he had forgotten something crucial.

What exactly is it...?

Bang bang bang!

Oliva's head was repeatedly punched, then he was kicked and turned his head to look at the audience in the distance.

There, a neighborhood thug was holding his phone, pointing the camera at the battlefield.

On the phone screen, Oliva's plump yet proud lover, Maria, was also watching the game.

The once tall and beautiful Maria, ravaged by illness and excessive medication, became incredibly obese, even larger than Oliva, and could only lie on a specially made bed all day.

But in Oliva's eyes, "Maria," who never gave up on herself, was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"..."

Oh, right, it was the video call I made earlier so Maria could watch the game.

I want Maria to stare at me!

I want her to look at me in a new light!

But most importantly...

correct.

The muscles I have worked so hard to build were not developed for fighting.

This body was trained to lift that woman—that "Maria"!

Only with such a muscular physique can one, like an ordinary man, gently hold their lover in their arms and whisper sweet nothings.

Therefore, I don't need any "murderous strength," that would be far too brutal for a lady.

All you need is the strength to hold your lover in your arms!

I see……

Shiraki's fists and feet continued to beat him mercilessly, but Oliva gradually opened his blood-soaked mouth, realizing what was happening.

It's not that... my own "strength" is insufficient...

It's not that strength was useless, but that I was careless and used the wrong amount of force!

Swish!

Oliva swung his left fist.

Bai Mucheng immediately defended and parried, then responded again with [Battle Aura Parry].

But this time, to Shiraki's surprise, Oliva's fist did not fly straight forward, but rather struck out solidly.

If the speed is slow, the "lateral" force will increase greatly, making it extremely difficult to move.

Only by using this kind of force can you stabilize yourself in all directions—and only then can you hold your lover firmly!

……! ??

A golden opportunity was missed, and the defense failed.

Shiraki Cheng's wrist was grabbed by Oliva. Seeing a heavy right punch coming straight at him, he broke out in a cold sweat and was forced to raise his other arm to block it.

boom--!!

Shiramu Cheng was hit by a punch and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

This impact caused cracks to spread throughout the brick wall, making it teeter on the verge of collapse and emitting a chilling cracking sound.

"Brother, that was pretty strong, wasn't it?"

Oliva shook his wrist, breathing more easily than ever before.

"This is something a brat like you wouldn't understand—the 'power' to gently lift a lover up..."

Chapter 495 Tragic

The billowing smoke and dust briefly engulfed the white wooden frame on the other side of the wall.

"..."

In a daze, Oliva began to ponder.

I am an old acquaintance of Ogre – Yujiro Hanma.

If he heard what he just said, such as "the strength to lift a lover," he would probably laugh until he cried.

But if it's Brother Shiraki, he should be able to understand, after all, he also has a beloved lover...

...?

Oliva suddenly woke up.

It seems he was really stunned by the beating.

After taking so many blows to the head from Shiraki, each one a powerful strike, he felt a little dizzy and started having random thoughts.

"..."

Oliva turned his head slightly and looked at the phone screen his younger brother was holding up, where he could see his lover's face.

...Although at this distance, it's a little hard to see their expression clearly.

But Oliva was certain that Maria was watching and cheering him on—and that was enough.

"spit……!"

Oliva spat out a mouthful of blood, his large, rough hands gripping it as he felt a rare sense of comfort, even his breathing felt free.

This feeling of "force" is really great!

Therefore, using just this kind of "force" is just right.

Oliva raised his eyebrows, his eyes turning back to the dissipating smoke and dust, staring at the white wooden support that was almost embedded in the wall.

Thanks, bro, for making me realize that.

Oliva thought so.

I don't need that kind of superhuman strength that can break human bones, nor do I need to instill fear in people or be some kind of boring "superhuman strength".

I need to use a pressure that suits me.

As long as you can hold your lover gently in your arms anytime, anywhere—that's just right!

What could be more free than that?

"..."

Oliva narrowed his eyes and noticed that Shiramu Cheng's fingers were trembling.

He looked helpless. "As expected, brother, it seems we can't just end things like this, can we?"

"……what!"

Shiramu Cheng murmured something, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils trembling violently, and the [engine] in his brain roared again.

Eliminate the unconscious, achieve complete unity of knowledge and action —

Splash!

He straightened his back and abdomen with force, freeing himself from the wall that was embedded in him.

His skin was cut in many places by gravel, and it was covered in blood.

But Shiraki Cheng still grinned and slowly took a step forward, facing this muscular man who weighed more than 80 kg more than him.

There's no energy left to take a roundabout approach.

Whether it's Oliva's "Sphere Technique" or Shiraki's "Precision Defense," they've both figured out how to counter it.

Therefore, there are no other possibilities...

All Shiraki Cheng could do was to compete fairly and squarely, to use everything he had, and to ask questions with all his heart.

Oliva! What is true strength...?

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!